Math is Trash


Sitting in class, bored out my mind. Time just seem to be going slower.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
A+B=C can’t the teacher see I need help?
My mind goes blank, I being to drift into a daze.
“Assetou, Assetou, the teacher says, “What does b stand for?’’
You tell me, since when did math have letters in it?
My eyes begin to get heavier and heavier.
The clustered chatter fade and fade.
Sleep!
“Assetou, Assetou wake up class is over”

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